Roll your windows up the sound is coming in quick
The night is getting black and it's making us sick
My eyes are getting tired from watching you lose again
Don't you know that they're coming round to get you
Standing right behind you their eyes are fixed on me too
Can't you feel all dirt from their money
The leather from their briefcase
The chill from their cold cold heart
Sit down don't ask questions they never will believe in you again
Lace up your favorite shoes and let the sunlight in
Cause tomorrow we're going driving right off that covered bridge